A person gets used to the sound of other people talking when they live with multiple people. The constant chatter and noise is almost welcoming. Of course, when you step into your home when everyone's out if town and hear voices, it's not as welcoming. Especially when those voices are coming from the unfinished room that smelled funny and had weird stains when you moved in. The closer you get them more you realize those voices aren't familiar, not in the right sense. They sound almost like the ones you hear at night but convince yourself one of your roommates is just on the phone, or that someone's left the tv on. But no one's left the tv on this time and no one is on the phone in the other room. Somehow you can't stop from walking closer to the door to the room and contemplating once again what those stains could've been. They were brownish smears that almost resembled letters. You'd tried to make them out, but it was too hard for you. Just as you get outside the door, you hear movement in the room and someone calls your name. They know you're there, but you can't move away now. You reach for the door knob. Come in, they call to you. Before you can stop yourself, you're turning the door handle. Oh yes, voices are comforting, but not when you're home alone.
